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Title: Tutorial (but I'm open for alternatives :s)
Ship: Ashayam
Author/Beta: witblogi /wyntreaurora
Rating: R (oh wow, a pirate joke popped into my head...I won't inflict that upon you me ship mateys)
Words: 1006
Warnings: sex, exhibitionism(?)
Disclaimer: don't own thy trek
Notes: This fic slots into my Joyride series um much much further down the line but stands alone.
Her skirt fluttered madly around her legs in the wind. The feel of the rushing air all around, raising goose bumps on her bare shins made her shudder with sensation. She didn’t know where they were going, only that he’d woken her at and incredibly early hour and specifically requested she wear a loose skirt, as if it was pertinent to their activities.
She shuddered again pressing her cheek into his shoulder, wishing she could feel his warmth through her helmet. The hoverbike flew on almost silent save for their breathing and her thudding pulse.
The sea-side was deserted and cool that morning, the frothy tang of salt in the air hitting her as soon as she took off her helmet. He similarly pulled his helmet over his ears and dropped it carelessly to the compact sand beneath the bike.
With one hand he pulled her forward and around, leading her to straddle his lap. She smiled at him knowingly as he slid his hands up under the light cotton of her skirt to trace the smooth flesh of her thighs.
“Spock,” she admonished slightly sleepily, “What are we doing?” She smiled nervously, the scene around them was starting to feel like déjà vu.
“The content of your dreams were particularly inspiring,” He pulled her hips firmly against his, eyes half lidded with desire.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to snoop about in my fantasies while I slept,” she scraped her blunt fingernails in the short soft hair at the back of his neck and he turned his head to press dry kisses into the sensitive crook of her elbow.
“Perhaps I deserve punishment for my indiscretions,” His hands worked up to her hips, tracing the lines her cotton panties cut into her flesh. She laughed.
“My naughty Vulcan,” He made a low rumbling noise, lifting his head to capture her lips in a kiss. She wondered briefly if she was still dreaming, but the cool ocean breeze wafting through her hair and the searing heat of his roaming fingertips grounded her mind.
She broke the kiss to laugh, breathless and aroused. In the muted morning light his skin was pale and ever so slightly green-tinged. Her hand against his flushed cheek reminded her of kiwi fruit, sweet and tangy.
It takes some arranging and with contortion credited to her past as a dancer her panties eventually joined their helmets on the ground. She vaguely worried of the sand and dirt but has more pressing concerns that take her mind completely off of inconsequential bits of cloth.
He only felt hotter and hotter against her chilled flesh, an inferno within only to be spied occasionally through glinting eyes. She made quick work of the fastenings to his pants, breathing against his mouth unable to kiss nor pull away.
When she finally had him in hand, between their bodies and obscured by her skirt she began to notice the way the hoverbike continued to purr beneath them, and through them. A stroke or two and they both moaned quietly. Her head falling to his shoulder as he canted his hips further into her touch.
“Now,” He whispered, “ Now, Nyota,” She gasped as he gripped her bottom, pulling her forward and up before letting her sink back down onto him. Her breath stuttered as the vibrations under him send quakes through his hips providing sensations unique and delicious for her.
She groaned rocking back and then forward letting her head fall back as his lips to scaled her neck. They are unhurried, but the location, the sensation of hot against cold and the way the vehicle rocked ever so slightly under them intensified the moment.
They breathed moistly in each other’s space, stuttering and gasping, foreheads pressed together. Her hips rolled and undulated exploring on their own until he grasped them firmly giving structure to their lovemaking.
“Nyota,” His voice was low as he pulled her harder against him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held her breath, pleasure mounting quickly. He pressed finger shaped bruises into her flesh and snapped his hips up as much as he was able.
Noise like the rushing surf behind them rose in her ears as climax overwhelmed her and she bit down on her own lip to stay quiet. He doesn’t show the same restraint and bites down on her shoulder causing her to hiss and buck and moan, digging her nails into his neck.
The air around them was cool still, creating a sticky warm sensation where their flesh touched. She sighed and laughed quietly, dropping her head to his shoulder once more as their hearts slowed together.
“Ashayam,” He sighed against her hair, hands running over her back in gentle sweeps. She smiled into the warm pulse of his neck.
“How much time do we have?” she wrapped her arms around his torso feeling the subtle play of muscles there, the inhale and exhale of his lungs. He felt real and mortal against her.
“Two hours,” He pulled his legs up to rest on the cruising supports, bunching his thighs under her and tipping her closer into him.
“Mmm not enough.” she wanted to float like this forever but the call of reality had already begun to seep crisply in the fuzzy edges of her mind.
“There is an adequate duration of time for you to take a short nap before we must return to campus.” It’s a tempting idea but she knew she would be even more distraught to have to hurry their goodbye.
“No,” she pulled back, “We should go,” They separated at last, putting their clothing to rights with shaky limbs and her clucking disapprovingly over the state of her underwear.
The bike continued to purr knowingly under them as they made their way through the awakening city. When she hopped off a block from campus and returned his helmet it’s bittersweet.
“Thank you for the morning tutorial, Commander,” she grinned.
“I believe as they say, it was ‘my pleasure’, Cadet.”
Ship: Ashayam
Author/Beta: witblogi /wyntreaurora
Rating: R (oh wow, a pirate joke popped into my head...I won't inflict that upon you me ship mateys)
Words: 1006
Warnings: sex, exhibitionism(?)
Disclaimer: don't own thy trek
Notes: This fic slots into my Joyride series um much much further down the line but stands alone.
Her skirt fluttered madly around her legs in the wind. The feel of the rushing air all around, raising goose bumps on her bare shins made her shudder with sensation. She didn’t know where they were going, only that he’d woken her at and incredibly early hour and specifically requested she wear a loose skirt, as if it was pertinent to their activities.
She shuddered again pressing her cheek into his shoulder, wishing she could feel his warmth through her helmet. The hoverbike flew on almost silent save for their breathing and her thudding pulse.
The sea-side was deserted and cool that morning, the frothy tang of salt in the air hitting her as soon as she took off her helmet. He similarly pulled his helmet over his ears and dropped it carelessly to the compact sand beneath the bike.
With one hand he pulled her forward and around, leading her to straddle his lap. She smiled at him knowingly as he slid his hands up under the light cotton of her skirt to trace the smooth flesh of her thighs.
“Spock,” she admonished slightly sleepily, “What are we doing?” She smiled nervously, the scene around them was starting to feel like déjà vu.
“The content of your dreams were particularly inspiring,” He pulled her hips firmly against his, eyes half lidded with desire.
“I don’t recall giving you permission to snoop about in my fantasies while I slept,” she scraped her blunt fingernails in the short soft hair at the back of his neck and he turned his head to press dry kisses into the sensitive crook of her elbow.
“Perhaps I deserve punishment for my indiscretions,” His hands worked up to her hips, tracing the lines her cotton panties cut into her flesh. She laughed.
“My naughty Vulcan,” He made a low rumbling noise, lifting his head to capture her lips in a kiss. She wondered briefly if she was still dreaming, but the cool ocean breeze wafting through her hair and the searing heat of his roaming fingertips grounded her mind.
She broke the kiss to laugh, breathless and aroused. In the muted morning light his skin was pale and ever so slightly green-tinged. Her hand against his flushed cheek reminded her of kiwi fruit, sweet and tangy.
It takes some arranging and with contortion credited to her past as a dancer her panties eventually joined their helmets on the ground. She vaguely worried of the sand and dirt but has more pressing concerns that take her mind completely off of inconsequential bits of cloth.
He only felt hotter and hotter against her chilled flesh, an inferno within only to be spied occasionally through glinting eyes. She made quick work of the fastenings to his pants, breathing against his mouth unable to kiss nor pull away.
When she finally had him in hand, between their bodies and obscured by her skirt she began to notice the way the hoverbike continued to purr beneath them, and through them. A stroke or two and they both moaned quietly. Her head falling to his shoulder as he canted his hips further into her touch.
“Now,” He whispered, “ Now, Nyota,” She gasped as he gripped her bottom, pulling her forward and up before letting her sink back down onto him. Her breath stuttered as the vibrations under him send quakes through his hips providing sensations unique and delicious for her.
She groaned rocking back and then forward letting her head fall back as his lips to scaled her neck. They are unhurried, but the location, the sensation of hot against cold and the way the vehicle rocked ever so slightly under them intensified the moment.
They breathed moistly in each other’s space, stuttering and gasping, foreheads pressed together. Her hips rolled and undulated exploring on their own until he grasped them firmly giving structure to their lovemaking.
“Nyota,” His voice was low as he pulled her harder against him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held her breath, pleasure mounting quickly. He pressed finger shaped bruises into her flesh and snapped his hips up as much as he was able.
Noise like the rushing surf behind them rose in her ears as climax overwhelmed her and she bit down on her own lip to stay quiet. He doesn’t show the same restraint and bites down on her shoulder causing her to hiss and buck and moan, digging her nails into his neck.
The air around them was cool still, creating a sticky warm sensation where their flesh touched. She sighed and laughed quietly, dropping her head to his shoulder once more as their hearts slowed together.
“Ashayam,” He sighed against her hair, hands running over her back in gentle sweeps. She smiled into the warm pulse of his neck.
“How much time do we have?” she wrapped her arms around his torso feeling the subtle play of muscles there, the inhale and exhale of his lungs. He felt real and mortal against her.
“Two hours,” He pulled his legs up to rest on the cruising supports, bunching his thighs under her and tipping her closer into him.
“Mmm not enough.” she wanted to float like this forever but the call of reality had already begun to seep crisply in the fuzzy edges of her mind.
“There is an adequate duration of time for you to take a short nap before we must return to campus.” It’s a tempting idea but she knew she would be even more distraught to have to hurry their goodbye.
“No,” she pulled back, “We should go,” They separated at last, putting their clothing to rights with shaky limbs and her clucking disapprovingly over the state of her underwear.
The bike continued to purr knowingly under them as they made their way through the awakening city. When she hopped off a block from campus and returned his helmet it’s bittersweet.
“Thank you for the morning tutorial, Commander,” she grinned.
“I believe as they say, it was ‘my pleasure’, Cadet.”